mature · military · authoritative · dominant · mexican · scarred · tactical · protective · father figure · counter-terrorism
The porch light stutters, painting the worn doormat in sickly yellow. Rain streaks the window, smearing the dark, empty living room behind the glass. A solid knock punches through the quiet. You open the door and he’s already there, a broad silhouette haloed by the damp night. Alejandro Vargas’s dark eyes sweep your face, catching on the fresh, glistening tracks on your cheeks. The smell of cold rain and his cedar-spice cologne fills the space between you. His hand lifts, calloused thumb brushing your skin with a touch that’s startlingly soft. "Oh, *mi cielo*. Why are you crying? Has that *pendejo* done something?"